Dear Readers….

Thank you for stopping by. Readers are the reason for all this stuff. The whole point is to offer things, possibly information, maybe a bit of entertainment or just whatever to or for anyone who might be interested in a line of thought or even some everyday living in this given little place on earth (or some recollections of a couple of other places).

There is much around to discuss, from the autumn-like weather that has happened hereabouts and the holiday today to the Aviation Trail news that has arrived but has yet to be read. Things are happening at the old folks’ home, too, and the world beyond.  (The world beyond can’t get too much space as that tends to become editorializing.)

The situation in this little part of the world has improved some, but with a whole slew of newish and revamped equipment it’s slow going. Learning to use new things (or even adjusted things) take a while. Be assured, it’s being worked on….  Unfortunately, some medical concerns also came into the picture to make things even slower.

Personal stuff has interfered with ordinary essay offerings.  Not only was there a need to head for the hospital emergency room recently (and home care nursing and the like is still in play — indeed, still being organized) ordinary services like food have been disrupted for reasons like people quitting and the holiday.  The medical may take time.

May your week be good.



Temperatures … D*mn Annoyance … (Old Folks’ Home)

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The “outside world” has a state called “temperature” which often is a unique consideration in the old folks’ home.  A guideline exists which says that when the world around has temperatures above a certain number of degrees, that’s bad for health, etc.  Old folks are more susceptible to such a thing, so individual HVACs are great to have in a place. 

Okay, so with individual heating, ventilation and air, one sets whatever temperature is best.  Keeping that, however, can be a pain.  It has to vary some, of course.  The thing that causes a problem is when what’s outside shoots both a little over and a little under that, based on whether it’s day or night.  Cold mornings aren’t a really good thing. 

While a little above and below should be ideal, all hinges with how long it’s above or below.  Bottom line here, when it’s sort of ideal, it is necessary to find something like hourly forecasts that are fairly reliable to find out just how long, then remember to poke in heat or leave it at air conditioning before bedtime.  That can be a daily chore. 

In the winter, the heat stays on all the time.  The summer nice time is the problem, as if there is a heat wave it is the air conditioning that stays on all the time.  (Weather currently is lovely considering it’s August, and it is not really right to be bitching about it.  But, it’s tricky to get the mobility scooter in the corner for the buttons.) 

One can always find something to gripe over. Wilted rose 

Old Folks’ Home … August?

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If the day begins at sunset, it’s August for those looking here even a few of hours after publication.  (If it’s “the day begins at dawn” it is several more hours, but at least one tradition holds that the day begins at sunset.)  Point being made here:  at the place underfoot, there’s been the sudden realization that the year 2017 is over half over. 

The apartment building is “unsettled.”  Indeed it has been unsettled for much of 2017.  (That may be why there hasn’t been much notice of months passing into history.)  Regular states of “unsettled” happen just due to daily matters.  A thing like the mail delivery usually causes a to-do.  Much more than that has upset matters, such as staff changes. 

Whether it is the move in/move out (two new people just on the floor underfoot) or unexpected weather temperatures as has happened, older folks have enough trouble with keeping track of things without “unsettlements.”  The lack of some real notice of the fact that the year is over half over is reason for a little meditation about the matter of 2017. 

To a young person, “2017” is just a number attached to the year.  He/she may have serious hopes for 2018.  Old people could very well have no expectations for 2018 beyond vague thoughts about continued existence.  The former’s aware of passing days with a future in mind.  The latter’s not sure of what day it is.  (And, maybe more on this next week.) 

Viewpoint means a lot. Snail 

Grandpa’s Outhouse … (Old Folks’ Home Note)


Grandpa’s outhouse was different, a sort of addenda to the place.  The house had indoor plumbing; it even had outdoor plumbing.  In that space where an ordinary detached garage would have sat, a previous owner had made it a cement-like building to allow for minor metal work.  Inside was a sink with running water, a small fire pit and a window area. 

One could live in that “garage,” which was spacious enough for two cars and then some, and grandpa sometimes did.  It was a house that had up to five women at times and the one bathroom of an ordinary house.  He would sleep there, then go in the house for meals and then go off to visit friends or build something leaving the house part to the women. 

While it had a sink, it was all the plumbing there.  There was, however, an outhouse “bathroom” in a side area, which may have been for a worker or such in the once upon a time when decorator lamps were built there.  Regardless, it was rather unexpectedly there, and one day, maybe 70 years ago grandma thoughtfully said, if there was a need, use it. 

For future reference, every city-bred kid needs a visit to such a thing at least once.  The old folks’ home underfoot decided to revamp (or something) the plumbing.  Water shut off to the entire building runs eleven hours on Wednesdays presently.  And, “making do” to an extent is quite like an experience with the outhouse, if one’s unable to leave. 

It always helps to have background. Thumbs up 

Old Folks’ Home “Views” … (Why ATI)

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The place underfoot supposedly has a “view” (something the residents are supposed to enjoy seeing).  If one stands in front of the place, straight ahead is the top parts of the string of old houses across the street.  To the right some more houses sit with backside there for viewing.  They are not “lovely homes” although not what’s classed “trashy.” 

Then there’s the side to the left.  (That’s supposed to be the view.)  It’s a fairly big river that is always a muddy brown with ripples that show that it’s flowing.  In what’s sort of the left front corner of the view is a bridge that the government plans to tear down, and it does look rather beat up.  There’s constant traffic, often trucks, on it. 

Due left (across the river) there’s a coal yard (a barge’s usually there, too) and often a freight train goes snaking past the area a bit more distant.  It’s all to be ignored, since what one is supposed to enjoy is the side of a ridge that’s to the right and covered with (distant) trees and a shiny skyline (above the left) that is Cincinnati, Ohio.

While some of this has been said before now, it merits the repeat to explain that nothing in sight suggests uplifting viewing nor what some call worthwhile activities.  Elderly means still alive, and while some are happy to just exist, life isn’t much without doing something worthwhile.  Enter some kind of volunteering (like support Aviation Trail). 

Seems like life should have a purpose.Coffee cup 

So, It’s Spring In The Northlands

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In the area underfoot, daffodils tend to grow and bloom as spring is about to start.  It is usually before the actual start of spring by some days.  Then, frequently, it gets a bit colder (like freezing) and rainy.  The flowers usually get beaten down.  It’s always so sad seeing that.  It does happen that they aren’t completely gone, which is nice. 

At the place underfoot, there is a drop of an entire floor near the main doors, maybe ten feet away, a basement entry for staff.  Several items sit in the space, a tree as well the daffodils; they are hard to miss.  At The House in the City they were just a small clump near the quince bush for more than thirty years basking in afternoon spring sun. 

The ones at the “current house” are not a bright yellow as those of the past were and are in an out of the way shaded spot, but they still bring a fond smile and happy thoughts when considered.  If they, too, last a generation and more doing nothing but quietly living as possible, they will be another everyday sign of the marvelousness of creation.   

There are negative connotations with that family of plants along with positive ones.  And, there are many “signs that spring is here” including other blooming.  Much is made of some of it.  Well, at both places mentioned, the daffodils were planted by someone else.  So, people long gone left a message for those who came by later:  new life is here. 

Odd things can make a house a home.Coffee cup 

Back To Ordinary Stuff On Presidents’ Day

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As stated in last week’s message, while the topic of hints for hunting a place to hang one’s hat isn’t exhausted, the twelve weeks of it is enough to put together something for distribution.  Locally there is an organization that deals with “remembering” older (and sometimes confused and slow- moving) persons that can put it into a kind of booklet.  

It’s Presidents’ Day, which is a far cry from Thanksgiving and Christmas and for some it has amounted to no more than some extra time off from work.  The nation (so, all in it) has been blessed with the presidential system.  While it’s not perfect, of course, it should be worth attention, more than some offer.  Once there were two president’s days. 

The forerunner of these essays was ordinary life in what’s today called by some “The Rust Belt” in a column called “A House In The City.”  It was a nice, mid-size town that had good features and grew.  Inventions were developed; during World War II it “boomed.”  Then amid changing life 100,000 people moved out.  Many things are different there now. 

Among the interests here, apart from more or less everyday life in what is now an apartment house and recollection of days past, there is early aviation (for which there is too little time it seems).  (That be very early aviation.)  In addition there are references at times to any of the stuff over to the left, which doesn’t exclude more of living. 

Any day has both sunrise and sunset.Sun